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Girl with Basket of Fruit - Xiu Xiu
It could be handfuls of reds
It could be turning Caravaggio’s Boy with Basket of Fruit to face the wall It could be a commission by the Guggenheim entitled Deforms the Unborn It could be the demon Vetis, whose friends call Him The Life Promiser
It could be that in 1918 a pregnant Mary Turner was hung upside down from a tree by a lynch mob while they cut out her fetus & that this could happen today, as it did then, without consequences for whitey
It could be handfuls of natural pearls
It could be collaborations with master Haitian drummers It could be doing the wrong thing together forever
It could be long lists of how The Devil’s acts towards children before, during & after their possession
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be short lists of produce, insects & imagined blues musicians
be handfuls of an insane 9 year old's feces smushed on the lunch table be a psychedelic Chicago house song about a pig & about your
be your dad’s new husband gave you his boyhood viola
be a collaboration with master Yoruba drummers
be handfuls of cactus spines & a poison dart
be your sister has cancer & they keep chopping parts of her body off
It could be a conscripted arco bass piece that was a dedication to Turkish
feminists
It could be Jack Smith has a film called Normal Love
It could be scisssssssors, air conditioner tubes, glasses of ice & seashells
It could be handfuls of hot pink Make Noise 1/8inch audio cables
It could be that Nature is making it clear to us that we deserve it and that we are making it clear to Her that we are ready, ready to go
It could be a short novel called The Rhythm Section Talked about Drugs, The Horn Players Talked about Ass & The Strings Talked about Money
It could be improvised vocals by Elliot Reed & orchestrated vocals by Eugene Robinson
It could be that European religious paintings of male martyrs depict them surrounded by chubby, adoring angels, everyone’s tearful mothers & converted sex workers dutifully sponging out their holy & shallow wounds
It could be that European religious paintings of female martyrs depict them with their nipples being torn off, throats branded & their naked torsos flayed while they are totally alone aside from the men torturing them
It could be handfuls of Diamanda Galás & Roy Orbison action figures
It could be that despite the confusion of this life, people who can still truthfully call themselves human try to push through 2019’s collecting horror
It could be slowed down & fuzzed out field recordings of disappearing frogs It could be flat purple & black or glossy black & purple
It could be mescal in a bottle & baby on a boob, hair dyed blonde for nobody, nobody move
It could be handfuls of that you just have to stop being a wuss & deal with it It could be...
Daniel Brevil - percussion
Devin Hoff - double bass, bass vi, bass guitar Emmanuel Obi - percussion
Ayo Okafor - percussion
Elliot Reed - percussion, experimental percussion, vox Eugene Robinson - vox
Greg Saunier - organ

Born in the bustle of Mexico City, and raised in the desert of their father’s ancestral lands, Flor de Nopal is a blossom born from the collision of two cultures on one land. A celebration of border existence and resistance to the white-washing of queer experiences, Flor de Nopal brings their Emo Queer Synth Pop to perk ears and feed brown souls; this is their ofrenda.